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So, I’m strollin’ down the street, right? Lookin’ for some action—not me doin’ it, mind ya, just curious! And I see this gal, all dolled up, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, halleluyer, she workin’ it!” Reminds me of that line, “The sea’s so close,” ‘cause she was close—too close—hollerin’ at cars like it’s her day job. Prolly is! I ain’t mad, tho, get yo money, boo! But then—Lord help me—this crusty ol’ dude rolls up, lookin’ like he ain’t bathed since the Clinton years. I’m screamin’ inside, “Why her?!” Made me madder than a wet hen!

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So, I’m running around, trying to fix the machine. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. Finally, I get it working, and the first customer walks in. It’s Mrs. Rossi, the sweetest old lady ever. She orders her usual cappuccino, and I’m like, “Yes! Finally, some good vibes!” But then, she spills it all over the counter. I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

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